Guapo Comics and Coffee

Some things were meant to be.

Chris and I picked Ben up from the airport yesterday and on the way back we drove too far south on the freeway, eventually ending up in the Foster-Powell neighborhood, which none of us had ever been to. Traffic was slithering up Foster, so it wasn’t hard for us all to rubberneck as we passed by a curiously cheerful storefront, with the logo of a cat circled by birds and those magic words printed everywhere: Comics. Coffee. GUAPO.

I don’t know who was more excited: Ben, for finding a business that combined comics and coffee, or Chris and I, for finding a business that essentially had the same name as his recording moniker.

We immediately flipped a b’ and entered with childlike awe. The place was quirky, the staff was super friendly, and there were racks of ‘zines and mini-zines in the back – something I can’t recall having seen since the tender age of 19 when I first explored the Bay Area and ‘zines were still relevant to my life.

A couple purchases were made which I’ll post about later. And next time, we’ll sample the coffee. It was a bit late for caffeine when we popped in, but Guapo Comics, we love you already. <3